happiness_in_a_pill : death of one, the dying son

wow, I haven’t written anything in so long.

I doubt anyone I know still uses this site, it’s one of those passing fads in people. They start using the site only to eventually be caught up in something else.

so much has changed. i’ve been in love, out of love. attacked, abused, used, hurt, institutionalised in a psychiatric ward, tried to kill myself… it would be a wonderful lie if only it wasn’t real.

i keep on falling down the rabbit hole, and just like alice, reality is so tightly intertwined with imagination and it’s too hard to tell the difference, and all the drugs do is seperate me from both of them.

i know i haven’t written much but it’s enough y’know? it’s not for everyone else to see, just to get it out of my head.

-SImoN
happiness_in_a_pill